today's poem is from 9:93. i am on vacation this week, the last one while with Weyco i think. The Justice Department gave the OK on May 5 for the sale of the containerboard division to IP . So, things should begin to progress rather quickly and as early as August 5, or there abouts, we will be IP. Maybe they will keep us running. So far, no indications on anything has surfaced. Hopefully some answers will be forthcoming soon. We shall see, i suppose. After this week of vacation, i again start nightshift, so the poem was some immediate relevance, to me at least.
I.E. GRAVEYARD SHIFT
no sleep
i stand before the threshold
guardian of visions
i cannot understand
water runs
down the backside of dawn
colors run
& stain my heart with imperfections
no sleep
i am uncertain if dawn
is a blessing or a curse
the moon laughs as if a whore rejected
i wear the garments of fatigue
as if the cloak of joseph
waiting for the rains of winter
& skies that are forever dark
the poetry and rambling thoughts of a working class poet
